Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Hittaz

[Intro DJ Paul (With Echos)]
Yea! (Yea)
Six (Six)
Boogie (Mane)
Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
Niggaz get when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit)
They start like girls and shit (And shit)

You touch me
back
No!!!

[DJ

2x]
They got scared these hard hittas came in
They got but they all tucked in
We got them and we brought 'em all in
These niggaz play dead when they we came in (Came in)

[Crunchy
See I'm a hitta yes I am
And I dont really nigga a damn
About you and how you rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop
You cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a nigga like me make you it
I'm ten toes I'm from tha
We walkin
You hear the gangster sound
Its to ashes dust to dust
The gats we
Y'all dont really wanna
I see you and your nigga in da club
You in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga & some blood
You talkin shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club for you bitch!

2x]

[DJ
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause haters ain't eatin
they on some muthafuckin
A lot them is really I think they got amnesia
on Sunday they diss ya
But come they need ya
Quit tellin to the public
If you could your life back
You be wit me on this track
But I ain't come my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by on my tool
Fo' real!

J]
Niggaz wanna blame us cause ain't famous
They wanna a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus
So why I gotta take the blame for ass niggaz not havin things
you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them tales say you make the three six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you in the garbage pale
Player I'm not your wit' it name a price and J'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to and try your luck on a lottery ticket

What's up
Wanna be bad as the next
True facts you gettin shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin the cut when I nigga
Jump nigga thinkin you you chump nigga
Fuck that get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the I'm on shine
Pine in my fuck up your cloud and get paid
the same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dog I be buckin and getting crunk
And really dog I care less about stunts
In my trunk where you gon' ride after the show
Ain't no goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows
it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low
Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get dog
But actin like a fuckin' gon' get you jumped dog